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Weasly's Wizard Woes

"It says that we need to go to a place called the Leaky Cauldron, and-"

"Oh! There it is!" said Hermione quickly, pointing to the pub with a shacking hand.

"-And that muggles wouldn't…be…able to see it…" she finished slowly, eyeing her mother suspiciously. Hermione shrugged.

"Maybe because I'm holding onto your hand?" Hermione suggested feebly. Jessie shrugged, and continued walking quickly through the bustling crowd of the packed London Street to get to the dingy pub that no one seemed to notice or care about. Inside the pub, though, was a different matter.

Jessie and Hermione entered to find the pub bustling with noise and movement, the band in the corner playing a jaunty tune, and everyone at the bar laughing merrily to something that Tom, the inn keeper had just said Hermione was quick to notice a familiar face, as he was not one that you would be likely to miss.

Rubeus Hagrid owned a small shop in Diagon Alley now, having retired the previous year. His merry face, though slightly more lined with age than when Hermione had last laid eyes on him, still beamed with delight as he laughed along and swayed to the beat of the music. He owned his own little haven of dangerous creatures, things to treat and care for the not so little and not so harmless of the magical sort, and he sold things like miniature blast ended shrewts to those who were more daring and original than the witches and wizards wishing to purchase the more traditional and conventional cat rat or owl.

Hermione put her unfamiliar blonde head down, and dark brown eyes being the only feature that she held reminiscent to her past, and walked quickly through the bar, and out the other side.

"How did you know that?" Jessie asked Hermione when they were both standing in the little courtyard out the back of the inn.

"Know what?" asked Hermione quickly.

"That the letter said; Go out the back of the pub, where you will find a small courtyard? I would have gone straight up to the bar tender!"

"I read over your shoulder." Hermione said quickly, cursing her foolishness. Jessie looked convinced, and then uneasy, as her eyes skimmed even further down the piece of heavy parchment.

"Oh no. I have to have a wand to get past this point." She said, looking back at the masses of people inside. She would have to let one for them let her in. Hermione was terrified. She couldn't take the risk of Hagrid noticing Jessie's red hair. Scanning the tiny courtyard, Hermione's eyes fell on a pink umbrella that was all too familiar. Hagrid's. She thought to herself and handed it to Jessie.

"Try tapping it with this?" she suggested. Jessie raised her eyebrows.

"Haha." He said sarcastically. "Oh yes, they're wizards, haha, this is all some big joke, hadihaha, they tap on walls and make them open with-" she stopped, and the wall slid open, after tapping on the right brick with the umbrella. "…Umbrellas…" Jessie finished, amazed as she feasted her eyes ion the colourful array of obvious magic that streamed before her and Hermione. Hermione smiled, and the warm feeling of being welcomed back home, of actually belonging, encased her, and she was hit dangerously with bouts of déjà vu as they strolled down the street, as Jessie read from her list.

"One standard size pewter cauldron, standard book of spells, first grade, one wand…"

Hermione was hardly listening. Instead, her eyes were skimming over familiar sights, thinking things like; That was where I bought Crookshanks, and that was where the three of us would buy ice cream, and that was where I would buy my books, and that's the Quidditch shop that the boys were obsessed with, right next door….

"Potions kit, brass scales…"

That was where Mr Weasley and Malfoy had a fight, and that was where She had fallen over once, right in that pothole…

"And each student may bring, if they wish, a rat, a cat or an owl…"

That was where Harry had met up with them, and that was where Ron had-

"But first we have to go to Gringotts! Wizard bank; need to change money into wizard- mum? Mum are you even listening to me?" Jessie said, stopping with her hand on her hips. Hermione looked at her vaguely.

"Sorry?"

"Never mind, were going to the bank." Jessie said, exasperated, and dragged Hermione towards Gringotts, which was standing tall at the end of the rickety lane.

The day passed without much incident until the pair got to the apothecary. It was already occupied. In front of them at the checkout was a pretty young girl, with her mother, who was wearing wizards robes of a shocking pink, and when she turned, Hermione saw that she had bright fuchsia lipstick smeared on her perfect lips. Her eyes were perfect, her hair was perfect, even er daughter was perfect…Hermione's stomach did back flips, and she had the craziest desire to reach out and punch the woman right on her perfect nose, or even repair her wand and hex the woman into oblivion…

"Sorry, do I know you?" Lavender Brown asked, smiling friendlily at Hermione. All that she could manage was a chocking sort of noise and a quick shake of the head. Jessie raised her eyebrows.

"Oh, sorry, you looked familiar." Lavender said cheerily. "First year too?" she asked, looking down at Jessie, smiling. Jessie nodded eagerly.

"Yes, it's great, really is. Hogwarts I mean. Wonderful time. Did you go there?" she asked Hermione. Hermione shook her head again.

"I'm a muggle." She said plainly, and then groaned inwardly as she realised that even her daughter didn't know that term.

"Oh! That's fine! The best witches are muggleborn, isn't that right? Did her father attend the school, I might have met him!" she said, giggling and nudging Hermione jokingly. Hermione's face reddened.

"No, no he wasn't a wizard." She lied. Lavender still smiled.

"You'll have fun. Suzie will look after you, wont you sweetie?" she said, her hand on her daughters shoulder. The young girl nodded, and swished her perfectly straight hair back out of her eyes gracefully with one manicured finger. They waved goodbye, and left the store.

"Muggle?" Jessie asked Hermione.

"I heard someone at the bank saying it. It means someone who's not a wizard." She explained, trying her best to sound as though she hadn't a clue what she was talking about.

The next challenge came when passing the joke shop, which stood bright and proud as ever in the middle of the street, the rickety chimney on top emitting clouds and puffs of multicoloured smoke. Weasly's Wizard Wheezes was huge, and very popular. It was inevitable that Jessie wanted to look inside.

Hermione nodded at her, regrettably, and ushered her inside, saying that they wouldn't stay for long. After all, it was a large, crowded shop, and the chances that the Weasley twins would even recognise her were slim.

What she hadn't counted on was the addition of staff that the larger premises required.

Ron and Ginny stood talking, at the end of the isle. Ginny's eyes grew wide as she saw the woman walking with her young girl, over her brother's shoulder. Ron didn't notice, he kept rambling on, and Hermione looked up suddenly, and saw who was standing at the end of the isle.

Her eyes widening, and controlling herself so that she didn't completely break down and start sobbing into Ron's shoulder, Hermione directed Jessie to the next isle, the lure of the pygmy puff much too inviting.

While those transfixed her, Hermione went to talk to Ginny, something that she knew she had to do, now that she was here.

Ginny and Ron stood talking, still, and Hermione took a deep breath.

"Excuse me ma'am." She said, trying to change her voice, but only coming out in a squeak as a result, "Sorry, can you please show me the way to the bathrooms?" she asked. Ron smiled at Hermione, unrecognisable.

"I will." He said cheerfully, giving her a weird look, "You look familiar. Have we met?" he asked, giving her a smile. Hermione shook her head quickly.

"Ok then," Ron said slowly, a little scared by her defiance, "Right-this-way."

As Ron turned, Hermione mouthed back to Ginny a desperate HELP.

Ginny nodded her red head and sped off to the counter.

A bell rang through the store, deafening, and everyone threw heir things in the air and ran outside, as Ginny's voice could be heard yelling through the shop.

"GET OUTSIDE! FIRE!"

Everyone ran outside, and Hermione managed to get away from Ron, and find Jessie again, grabbing her arm and joining the throng headed down the street in a maddened panic.

"What was all of that about?" Fred and George asked, bearing down on their sister threateningly. She scoffed.

"Well, those alarms have always been there and never once have we tested them! That as a fire drill!" she said defiantly.

Fred and George looked at her as though she was crazy.

'I don't know what that was about Ginny, bout next time you think of a good prank to play, please restrain from using it in our shop." Fred said, rolling his eyes, and starting to go outside.

Hermione, when they were half way up the street, had to stifle a laugh at the extremity of Ginny's diversion. Ollivanders, Hermione noticed, was one of the shops that hadn't been restored when the war was over. A shiny new plaque was plastered on the wall proclaiming that the shop was now called Allvins, and it seemed the only place in Diagon ally left to purchase a wand.

Hermione and Jessie made a beeline through the lively crowd and into the wand shop, which was, Hermione noted, much warmer and homelier than the old one, with a glittering fire blazing in the grate, and a polished wooden counter.

Lucky that Ollivander's not here really, he would certainly blow the whole game, Hermione reflected, Jessie choosing her wand, swishing each threw the arm, one at a time, with no result. The cheerful old man who was bouncing around the shop, pulling wands down off shelves haphazardly smiled, and handed her one which was almost white in colour, and contained a core of hippogriff feather. Hermione grinned, remising about the mysterious creatures, and jumped when her daughter sent rainbow sparks glittering though the air, bringing the wand swishing around her. The sight almost brought a tear of pride to Hermione's eye, but she shelved her emotion, and wore her best look of polite muggle shock, handing over the ten galleons for the wand.

"I want to buy you an animal." Hermione said, smiling at Jessie.

"Really?" Jessie asked, her eyes lighting up as Hermione nodded, and led her to the same shop that she had purchased Crookshanks in, all those years ago.

"Now, what do you want, a cat or an owl? Not a rat. I can't stand rats." Hermione added quickly. Jessie shrugged.

"I've always wanted a cat." She said quietly, and looked at all of the animals in their cages and baskets, smiling thoughtfully. Her eyes came to rest on a pure white cat, with bright jade green eyes, which was purring from in its basket by the door. She knelt down, and picked it up, grinning as the cat nuzzled into the fold of her arm.

"I like this one." She said, and Hermione gave the lady behind the counter enough galleons to purchase the feline, before they started back towards the leaky cauldron again, Hermione nervous about Hagrid. They had past his shop earlier, giving Hermione reason to laugh as she spied the hastily scrawled note pasted to the closed door.

Not 'ere at the moment. Com bak later.

"What are you going to name her?" Hermione asked Jessie.

Jessie smiled up at her.

"You name her." She said to Hermione. Hermione smiled, and stroked the cat, which looked up at her with her beautiful forest green eyes.

"How about Lily?" she suggested, and Jessie grinned.

"Cool name! I like it!" she looked down at the cat, and stroked her under the chin, "Hey there Lily. You going to come to Hogwarts with me? Yeah, yeah you are! We're going to have fun aren't we?"

Hermione grinned, and Jessie tapped the wall with her knew wand, and entered the rowdy pub once again.

"Come on Jessie, let's go." Said Hermione, trying to pull her through the crowd quickly, but Jessie had stopped short in her tracks, the kitten I her arms struggling to break free.

"Jessie?"

"Lily!" the girl cried out, as the cat shot across the pub, which fell silent and watched as the cat ran through Hagrid's legs and out the other side, over the bar stools and onto the shiny timber of the bar.

"Lily come back!" Jessie cried, and Hagrid smiled, and with one hand scooped the cat up and handed it back to Jessie, who had followed her, and placed the white kitten in her arms.

"Hello there. Firs' year are yer?" Hagrid asked. Jessie's eyes widened at the size of the man, and Hermione fought her way through the crowd, trying to get closer, knowing that she would have to, to make sure that her daughter said nothing stupid.

"Cute cat. I'm allergic myself, but always been fond of them, from a distance. Got great green eyes! Did you know her then?" he asked Jessie, grinning. Hermione stopped behind Jessie, and groaned inwardly.

"Know who sir?" Jessie asked, her brow creasing.

"Lily Potter? I figured that the cat must be named after her, because of the eyes and all…"

"Sorry sir, I'm muggle born, I don't even know who Lily Potter is." The whole bar made murmuring noises, and before long, it had broken out into chatter again. Hagrid smiled.

"Right. Oh don't be sorry. I once knew a boy, didn't know who Lily Potter either, and he was the one person who needed her the most, so don't you mind that you don't know all bout em. You'll here the story soon enough. In fact, why don't you take a seat. Is this your mother?" Hagrid asked, looking at Hermione, a faint crease appearing behind his eyebrows. Jessie nodded.

"Have we met?"

"No sir, I'm not a witch." She said, smiling as she took a seat next to Hagrid, pleased that he hadn't recognised her straight off, or made any kind of comment about the familiar aspects of Jessie's appearance. She also took care not to make the mistake of calling herself a muggle again.

"Oh, well, welcome to our world! Where'd yer come from anyway? Those accents aren't from around these parts, are they?"

"Australia sir." Hermione said, repeating sir politely, even though it seemed stupid seeing as she were talking to Hagrid. Perhaps she had taken it a little too far, for her old friend gave a quick, booming laugh and sat back in his chair.

"Sir? Don't you bother bout callin' me sir." He said with a laugh. He held out a large hand, and shook the girls hands in turn. "Call me Hagrid. Now, I used to work at the school, most of me life, and I know that you're gonna be feelin' like your not fittin in and all, but my one piece of advice to you is; don't ruddy well listen to em."

"Who's them?" Jessie asked, leaning in. Hagrid rolled his eyes, and Hermione smiled, glad that her daughter was getting the advice that she longed to give.

"There are some wizards who think that they're better than everyone else because they're what we call 'purebloods' and they discriminate against everyone who is born from muggle families. Load of codswallop. You'd think that after the way the war ended people would have learnt their lesson, but noooo. Don't think on it for one minute though. It's absolute rubbish. I've known a muggle born witch who could do things with a wand that purebloods never seen before! Would have lost the war if it weren' for 'er too!" Hermione tried to make it so that her face didn't suddenly glow with pride, but Hagrid had seen the falter in her passive expression.

"You alright ma'am? Are you sure that we haven't met?"

"No, sorry, we do have to get going. Have to get back to Australia."

They had flown over here, but Hermione had bought some floo powder, and Hagrid led them over to the fire place, and showed her unnecessarily how to through the glittery powder into the flames.

"Wait! I don't even know your names!" he said, as Hermione got ready to step into the fire. She didn't know what to do. Jessie was opening her mouth…

"I'm Jessie Granger! See you around Hagrid!" the girl said with a cheerful wave, before disappearing into the fire. A looked of shocked realisation came over Hagrid's over sized features, and he gave Hermione a wide-eyed stare. She cast him one apologetic look, and a sad wave. Pleading him silently to keep quiet, she put one foot in the blue flames, licked her ankles as the danced merrily.

"Bye Hagrid, nice meeting you." She said, and disappeared. Hagrid gazed at the grate, which was once again burning orangey red, and gaped open mouthed at the place where Hermione had just stood.

Hagrid threw a fistful of his own floo powder into the grate and squeezed into it, with great difficulty, squashing his head against the top of the grate, and mushing into the warm flames.

"Godrics hollow!" he said, his booming voice muffled by the position he was in. Hagrid wanted answers.

Harry and Ginny were sitting at the kitchen table, Ginny still in her work robes from being at the store all day.

Hagrid flew out of the fire place and landed on the floor, head first, being too large to fit into the grate, and made the house shake with his impact, giving out a dull 'ouch.' As his head collided with the floor.

"Hagrid!" Ginny exclaimed, and stood up, helping him uselessly to his feet. Harry stood, grinning.

"How are you Hagrid? Haven't seen you in ages!"

"Well, I'm a little confused…" he confessed, and took a seat on one of the chairs around the table, straining the legs with his weight. Harry and gunny exchanged worried looks, Ginny having just told Harry the days events, which ended in her being chased up the street by one of Fred and Georges fake ghosts, set by them unmercifully.

"Yes?" Ginny asked. Hagrid gave a small smile. Well, as small a smile as was possible for him to make considering that not much that Hagrid did was small…

"Well, I was in the Leaky Cauldron just now, when this cat come skirting through my legs!" He said. Harry and Ginny raised their eyebrows. This was not. What they were expecting. "And then this little girl with bright orange hair runs after it, yelling for the cat to come back. Lily, it's name was-yes that's right, Lily. But it gets weirder. The cat had these bright green eyes, and so I pick it up, and ask the girl how she knew er!"" he said, laughing.

"How she knew who?" Harry asked.

"Yer mum! I thought that she musta know 'er. Too much of a coincidence to have a cat lookin' like that named Lily. But this girl tells me that she's a muggleborn, and her mum was there. Her mum looked familiar, but back then I didn't know why…"

Ginny and Harry recognised defeat, and Hagrid finished his story.

"And I knew that there was something wrong when I told her that muggleborn didn't matter, and that I knew a muggleborn witch who helped win the war!" Hagrid gave a laugh. "The look on that woman's face!"

Harry and Ginny started to laugh, and he told them of how Jessie had told him her last name. Harry and Ginny looked sad.

"Yes, but Hagrid, that's not her real last name…" Harry said sadly, and looked at him meaningfully. Hagrid didn't catch on. He wasn't one to recognise the witty insinuations that Ginny and Harry often conversed in.

"Eh?"

"Er, Hagrid, Jessie's real last name is Weasley." Ginny said quietly, looking towards the doorway as though she half expected Ron to come bursting through it, cursing everything in sight.

"What? You mean she's your kid?" he asked Ginny, screwing up his nose in bafflement. Ginny and Harry were quick to correct him.

"No no no, er, there's more than one Weasley." Ginny said, a hint of a laughter in her voice as Hagrid realised the situation that they were in, and she and Harry set about explaining everything to Hagrid.

The next Chapter Jessie and Jade scoot off to Hogwarts! And there might be another familiar face…

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